Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Note: I'm pissed off, point-blank. However, instead of launching a verbal assault, I'll diffuse my negative energy through the ink of this pen onto this paper. See, this isn't one of those sob stories. I'm past that shit. I don't wanna come off as some complainin'-ass nigga who wears his lil feelings on their sleeve about how he's been hurt, all the while not admitting his own fault in the situation. That too, is old, foolish, and VERY corny.Note Two: Picture a car that looks good, may have a dent or two in it. It looks good, sounds good, but it's been through a thing or two, but it still gets the job done (and a damn good job, might I add). That's me. I got some miles on me, but it's cool. Aint one of those brand new whips, and don't wanna be...God, it was so much better when you were home. Now you're here, and we may as well be miles apart. Damn, when I dig a woman, I DIG a woman, for real. When I'm reduced to an option and not a priority such as I make you, it's frustrating. No, you haven't said it, but it shows in your actions. I just wish I saw it coming...So where do I go from here? Only one option: keep driving. You see...I don't love with fear. I'm not that 15-year-old kid that kept hittin' the brakes prematurely, because I didn't know how to drive. Hell, I really had no business behind the wheel. I'm that 24-year-old who glides in and out at varying speeds, occasionally hittin' a hole or two in the road, but still driving smooth and never hesitant to get behind the wheel, regardless of the weather, traffic, and such. Get the drift?Imma ride with no restraints. I might get a ticket along the way for God knows what because that's how the game works. Shit, I may even mess around, have an accident, and crash. Difference is, I'll just get the shit fixed, and get right back in. Can you say the same? If not, you may wanna get on the service road where they drive slow. 'Cause one thing I do not do, and will not do, is drive with fear. With precaution and mindful of my conditions, yes,...but no fear.9/13/06 @ 4:11 A.M.

Friday, April 21, 2006

I love, LOVE my Black women. Walk, talk, hair, lips, nose...I adore and am addicted to them. Others are merely wannabes. Maybe that's harsh...Shit, I love the way a Sister says "hello" or "hey," especially the girls down here...Ever seen a Black woman just sit....or stand there and do nothing...may not be even doin' shit else but just STANDING there...may sound silly to some who don't pay attention to detail, or ones who are merely entranched by a phat booty and double-D's....Ones who don't need a man to do shit but be a man and be there...they accept us with all our flaws, because Lord knows we have them...Ones who have inner drive, a motivation, love of life, of others, and most importantly...of themselves...a true, sincere love of self...Ones who make me, MAKE me love them no matter what...they make me love them just for being them...MAKE me feel as though I HAVE to serve a bigger purpose than just being here taking up space on Earth.Damn, they make the mundane, small, and irrelevant alluring...then again, it may be because I'm a stickler for details...So to my Queens, this is from a brother who relishes in my role as your servant...I love you.